with us, who have been welcomed as part of the Klein family. Luna, Max, Sienna, and I sit frozen, still trying to process the events. Luna's tears fall onto Max's chest as
with anguish, her tears matching his. Aiden's eyes squeeze shut as he holds back his emotions, his strength for his mother's sake. When she steps back, her gaze is shattered, and I feel the weight of their pain
leads, "Luna, let's go home, sweetheart." But Luna's eyes remain fixed on Aiden, still standing at the altar with his back to us. I feel a lump form in my throat as Luna's voice cracks, "No, what about Aiden?" Cassandra takes a deep breath, her voice laced with pain. "He's staying, Luna. He needs time alone." Luna's face sets in determination. "I'm not leaving him." As Max helps her stand, Luna walks toward Aiden, her voice calling out, "Aiden, let's go home." The silence is palpable, Luna's lips trembling as she awaits his resp
ming through the hall. "We promised to meet at this altar, the last time we spoke!" His jaw is clenched, tears brimming in his eyes, but he holds them back. The pain in his eyes is palpa
, turning his back on us again. "Please, just go home without me." Max whispers to Luna, "Come, he'll be okay." But it's
unable to move. It's all because of me that this happened. Sienna's voice startles me, "Nevaeh, come on. We're leaving." I have no choice but t
d is elsewhere, and I can feel Brea's gaze on me, sensing my lack of attention. Despite being excited for this sleepover at their New York home during my vacation, my behavior tonight suggests otherwise. Bailey and Brea, my friends from Texas who moved to New York a year ago, picked me up from Aunt Melanie's house today for our planned sleepover. Currently, we're having a midnight Netflix session. Earlier, Aunt Melanie'
ds a chill down my spine. A bad feeling settles in. My pulse races, and I feel an overwhelming urge to leave. I glance at my watch; it's just past midnight. Aiden can't possibly be waiting again... yet, I can't shake off the feeling. I leap up, startling the twins, and rush into their bedroom. I quickly change into jeans and a sweater, grab my backpack, and order an Ub
near the hall, my breathing heavy, and peek inside through the tall windows. The empty space reveals Aiden Klein sitting in a row, still in his wedding suit, speaking on the phone. My heart aches; he's been here for two nights, and I sense his anguish. He's asking about Switzerland and Roman, his voice trembling. The call ends,
I can't help but wonder what's happening. The woman he loves and his best friend have left him, flown to Switzerland, and I can't help but wonder if they're starting a new life without him. The thought is
k sobs. I can feel Aiden's pain as if my heart is being pierced by a knife. He loves her so deeply, and this betrayal is un
sit up. The hall is empty, and Aiden is gone. The gardener notices my confusion and fills in the blanks. "The groom left just before you woke up. Poor man, being left at the altar like that." His words are laced with empathy.